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“You’re saying that because you want to know what the surprise is.”
“Maybe, but being carried to the car like a princess doesn’t suck.” She curled against him, placing her cheek to his chest with a purr. “Now, shhh, let me enjoy this.”
He laughed as he came around the side of the Jeep, lowering her gently to her feet.
“Thanks for the ride.”
Clark opened the door for her, leaning against the inside of it. “Anytime.”
Merry hiked her leg to climb inside and her skirt rode up her thigh, exposing the creamy soft skin. The sight sliced through his body and his already aching cock stiffened further, straining against his boxer briefs and slacks. Unable to resist, he rested his hand on that bare skin once she was situated on the seat, sliding it farther under her skirt and around to graze the inside of her thighs. Merry’s breath hitched as his fingers skimmed higher until they traced the edge of her lace panties.
“You get as many rides as you want tonight.”
Merry’s gaze jerked up to meet his, blinking at him.
“Ummm…did you mean that the way it came out?”
His mouth stretched into a wicked grin as his finger dipped inside, tracing the length of her seam. “I don’t know. Why don’t you explain it to me?”
“Clark,” she whimpered, her eyes closing as her head fell back against the seat.
God, he wanted to press on, to make her come in the front seat of his Jeep and listen to her cry out his name again, but instead, he removed his hand slowly, stalling to give her knee a squeeze.
“Does that answer your question?” Clark teased.
Merry blinked several times before his words clicked and she shivered. “You’re evil.”
“What can I say?” Clark said, grinning wolfishly. “You bring the devil out of me.”
Chapter 23
Clark
“It blows my mind how it takes so long to prepare for Christmas and all the events, yet once Thanksgiving is over, December flies by.” Merry took another sip of her wine, her cheeks flushed with the heady effects of her second glass. Normally she didn’t drink wine, especially not red, but being in the beautiful dining room of the Lodge made her feel like the awkward teenaged girl dreaming of this moment and she’d wanted a little something to take the edge off. Especially when Clark continued to throw her off balance with every flirty quip and smoldering look.
“You mean it isn’t even December yet?” Clark nodded to the corner of the room, where a twenty-foot Christmas tree stood fully decorated.
“Don’t be a Declan Gallagher,” she said, pointing her fork at him.
Clark chuckled. “What does that mean?”
“Declan and his father treat Christmas the way single people treat Valentine’s Day. With total and utter contempt.”
“He can’t be all bad,” Clark said, scooping potatoes onto his fork. “He gives me a discount on tools and supplies.”
Merry rolled her eyes. “That’s good for business, not because he’s helping out his fellow neighbors. I don’t think he’s a bad guy. I’ll just be using his name in lieu of Grinch or Scrooge from now on.”
Clark sat back in his chair, making a time out gesture. “Wait a second, I thought you weren’t a mean girl?”
“I’m not, but…is it mean if it’s true?”
“Yes.”
Merry huffed. “Oh, fine. I won’t do that. I simply can’t understand how people can hate Christmas. Bright lights. Catchy music. It literally gives me a happy thinking about it.”
“I didn’t think girls got happies,” he teased, using his fingers for air quotes.
Merry almost tossed her napkin at him, but she didn’t want to get banned from the Lodge now that she’d tasted its heavenly delights. “You’re terrible.”
